I got a huge bottle of men's body spray today from one of my dear friends who I kind of thought didn't accept me as transgender due to her initial reaction (which I later found out was just confusion- she hasn't dealt with an trans person before). I'm just here right now, sniffing it because I love it so much and one of her comments explaining why she gave it to me made me very happy.

"I got a bottle for all of my guy friends at Christmas, and I had an extra one, so I thought you'd like it."

...or something like that. 

But, yeah, to avoid this just being a rant on how much I absolutely adore my friend- what little things, like gifts, comments, etc. have other people given you that have meant a lot to you (especially if, by giving that gift, they affirm that they understand you're a guy)?

My wife bought me filled tool boxes for christmas- something noone else has ever done

Quote from: James instead of Al on January 27, 2011, 05:27:48 PM
My wife bought me filled tool boxes for christmas- something noone else has ever done

wow ... me too!  Maybe our wives talked

A friend I used to not talk to too much gave me an old pair of his jeans a while back and they ended up fitting perfectly.  It meant a lot because they were my first pair of guy's pants at the time and I didn't think we were that good of friends that he would do that for me.

My mum gave me hair wax for my new shorter hair. She said it was made for guys to use, and that she'd talked to the shop clerk for 20 minutes so that she'd be sure to find the best wax. That made me happy; it was a touching gesture.

The best gift I ever received was a phone call. It wasn't that it affirmed that I was a guy so much as that someone wanted me to be alive if only to work for them. I had swallowed every pill in  the house. I got a phone call asking me to babysit. It is why I survived that try. The worst part was calling a suicide hotline right after that and getting told to stop wasting their time. (I never did that again.) It is a good thing that this person arrived at my house about then.

I don't worry about having others think I'm a guy because I know I am no matter what they think. It does matter knowing I'm wanted or needed enough to want to survive if not thrive.

Someone I haven't seen in a year, saying that she saw my new profile pic on facebook, of me a month on T, and saying how much it reminded her of my overall atmosphere - and that the pictures of me before transition, looking more feminine, just didn't do the same. They didn't seem like me, to her. She said she didn't realise until then she had always thought of me as more male. (I'm paraphrasing a lot, because her actual letter was long and complicated) I don't know words for how it felt to hear that, especially because I was definitely presenting female-androgynous at that point. I never thought people could see the real me, but apparently she did.

Also, two people calling me a friend. That's it, just the word "friend." I didn't think anyone was really my friend until they confirmed it.

I'd asked family for a cologne for Christmas, but I think they forgot- but my guy friend bought me 'hugo boss ''man'' which i thought was a) funny and b) useful and c) really thoughtful considering him, and i hadn't asked anyone else

Quote from: Nikolai_S on January 28, 2011, 12:21:28 AM
Also, two people calling me a friend. That's it, just the word "friend." I didn't think anyone was really my friend until they confirmed it.

Amazing what the right words can mean.

I've been "out" and lived legally as a male since the age of 16. I got pretty lucky when it came to an accepting family and all that jazz. Although my grandparents have always loved and tried to understand, it was always hard for my grandma to remember to use the right pronouns, and my chosen name. She got it down for the most part a few years back, but slips up every now and then. My grandpa - who's approaching 80, has always been a pretty quiet man. Our conversations are always hi/bye. Two years ago, I got a "Happy Birthday Grandson" from them both. My grandma called to make sure I knew that he picked it out for me, and had also been watching documentaries on Trans issues. I don't cry, ever, and just about lost it when I got off the phone with her. That did, and still does mean the world to me.

The thing that people have given me isn't something tangible but it's a gift in itself.

I asked my teacher to start calling me Brent in class. It felt so liberating. Best of all, he agreed. That made me feel absolutely amazing.

Also my girlfriend started calling me by male pronouns. She's doing everything she can to make me feel comfortable.

I see those things as gifts in them self.

Last week my friend had forgotten to wear deodorant, so she went to the nurse to get a sample size...but all they had was very manly Old Spice. So she came to me and said, "I'm never going to use this, do you want it?"

That meant a lot, because we rarely ever talked about my trans status, but now I know she's completely supportive.

Also, lately my mom has been trying to call me male pronouns or avoid pronouns alltogether. A big step for her. :]

The times my dad got my a football, a Swiss Army knife, and a BB gun, all of which got him in VERY hot water with my mom.  He rarely stood up to her, but those times, if only by defying her order quietly, he did, and it meant the world to me. 

The only one better was when he taught me how to tie a tie and gave me one to practice on.  That had me firmly convinced that he "got me." 

Sadly, I found out otherwise when I came out, but that is a different story for another time.  :/

My mom brought me to the store to get underwear and went right to the guys section and even started suggestion certain patterns and such XD
and a few days earlier she had out of the blue told me she saw boxers at the mall that she thought i'd like =)
which is why we went. so we got the ones she suggested, and then i got some boxer briefs (which is what i like to wear).

it was so great, so great that the fact that my mom was underwear shopping with me and even trying to hold them up in front of me to 'model' them on me didnt embarass me XD

I don't know if my parents have a hint of how I am, because I've not told them yet. They've never gotten upset when I would buy men's clothes and I've even been given men's clothes as gifts. When I was younger my mom would try to lightly push me into buying a lot of female clothes and while admittedly some of them I did like, I would gently push back against her. Eventually she stopped trying that, but had no problem with the male clothes and even helped me pick some out. Maybe they just felt that once I got older they felt fine with me making my own decisions and they wouldn't try to push me, or maybe they already know and are waiting for me to come out to them (who knows!?)

I don't have a male name right now, I'm alright with the name I was given for the time being, but I have asked my partner to use male pronouns when talking to me in private and he almost always remembers and the feeling that it gives me when he calls me his boyfriend just makes my insides feel so weird and glorious all at once.

I think it was a little weird for him at first, and you could tell how the word was awkward in his mouth but after a while it became much easier and now it's just natural. I only wish I had the guts to come out so that when the times when we are together so that he can call me that everywhere we go no matter who is around. (we are in a long-distance relationship right now and only get to see each other at most once or twice a year)